"Have you come to see me?"
He ran out quickly to meet him. "Have you come to see me?" he asked.
"I found some posies. Do you like posies?" inquired Oscar, bashfully crowding the flowers into the boy's hand.
"Oh, how pretty! Come in, and let us show them to mother."
The rest of the afternoon was passed by the happy children in the nursery, looking at Charley's toys.
Once Mrs. Monson thought, "I must talk with him before he goes;" and she went quietly to the nursery door for this purpose, but stopped suddenly.
What do you think kept her from going in? She heard Charley's voice saying,—
"I know it's hard, Oscar; but Jesus will help you, if you really try to be good. Did you ever pray to Jesus?"
"No, I never did. I don't know how."
"Let's kneel down, then, and pray now," the little missionary went on. Then he began,—